Drama and sublime terror are not the same things as love. Not necessarily anyway. It is in truth a form of mental illness to insist that one must come with the other; the product of a life that was either hellishly boring or so traumatic that simple day-to-day calm comes to feel like death.
There's always driving on acid if you want a thrill. It's far less dangerous and painful than signing off half your property to a violent galoot.